Solana
After Cameron's last call, taking a taxi ride, on my way to the Church. I needed answers and the best place for one was the church... well for me. It helps me to gain clarity on certain issues and to hear his voice, his silent voice echoing off the the walls of the cathedral. Though I know it won't be the same after so many years, my church and Father Marcello would probably be one with the earth by now. I sighed, glancing at the street, reminiscing Father Marcello's teachings.
In the palace's wide gardens, by the princess's fish pond, we sat under the shade of the oak trees, with untouched cool mint drinks and sweet buns at the side. I listened intently, sometimes asked a few questions once a while. As he read the passages of the scriptures in Latin.
